"I want four dollars a day as long as I live; you won't get out unless you agree to these terms."
"By Satan, by Beelzebub, by Lucifer," cried the devil, "I have no money to give you, avaricious wretch!"
"Oh," answered Briones, "that is a pretty answer for a gentleman like you to make. If you don't keep your part of the bargain, I shall not keep mine."
"Since you don't believe me, let me out and I will help you to get some money, as I have helped many a one before. That is all I can do for you; hurry up and let me out."
"Wait a bit!" answered the soldier, "there is no great hurry. The world is getting along very well without you. I'll hold you by the tail till you keep your promise to me."
"Don't you trust me, you insolent dog?" cried the devil.
"No," answered Briones.
"What you require of me is beneath my dignity," answered the devil, with as much arrogance as a dried plum can assume.
"All right!" said the soldier, "then I'll go away and leave you."
"Good-by!" said the devil, but seeing that Briones was going away, the prisoner began to jump about in the bottle, calling to the soldier.
"Come back, come back, my dear friend; come, you good kind fellow, let me out, and hold me by the tail or by the nose, just as yo please, oh, valiant warrior," and muttered to himself: "I'll be revenged on you yet. If I can't manage to give you Aunt Holofernes for a
